The Founder of Diabolism: 10 | Arrogant third 5

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Wen Ning bowed her head slightly, her hands dropped, as if a string puppet waiting for the operator's instructions.

His face is pale and handsome, and even a little melancholy. But because there is no Hitomi in his eyes, only a piece of dead white, and several black cracks from the neck to the cheek, this melancholy has become a terrible gloom. The robe's hem and cuffs were shattered, revealing a wrist that was pale in color, with black iron rings and chains, as well as ankles. The tinkling sound was made when he dragged the chain. Once still, everything returns to death.

It is not hard to imagine why the monks present were frightened. Wei Wuxian was not more at ease than the others, and the stormy already in his mind lifted his head.

Wen Ning should not appear here, but should not appear in this world. Long before the mass grave was under siege, he should have been frustrated!

Jin Ling heard someone calling out Wen Ning's name, and originally turned to blade edge, who was facing Soul Eater. The soul-eating goddess took advantage of his distraction and happily stretched his long arms and hung him up.

Seeing that she had opened her mouth close to Jin Ling's face, Wei Wuxian couldn't help shaking his heart and raised the bamboo flute again. His hands trembled, and the tunes that came out trembled. In addition, the flute has a rough workmanship, and its low voice is almost dumb and unpleasant. Two hums, Wen Ning followed.

This movement, in a blink of an eye, moved to the soul eater, Wen Ning split his palm, the soul eater clicked, her body did not move, but her head was twisted by a large circle. , Face facing the direction of the original back, still smiling. Wen Ning was cut off with bare hands, and the soul-eating girl grabbed Jin Ling's right hand and was chopped off.

She looked down at her neatly broken wrist. Instead of turning her head back to the correct direction, she turned around, facing Wenning with her face and back at the same time. Wei Wuxian did not dare to slacken, inhaling and bowing, manipulating Wen Ning to face up. However, before long, he became more and more shocked.

The lower-level corpses cannot think on their own. They need his orders to bless and guide. The more lethal corpses are often stunned and unconscious. Wen Ning is in a different situation. He was developed by Wei Wuxian, saying that it is the strongest corpse in the world. It is unique and can think and think, except for fear of injury, fire, cold, and poison. Fearing everything that the living fears is no different from the living.

But at the moment, Wen Ning obviously doesn't have his own consciousness!

Surprisingly, exclaims came from the field. It turned out that Wen Ning kept kicking and beating, firmly suppressing the soul-eating Goddess, and held up a tall stone beside him, holding it above the soul-eating God-girl and smashing heavily on her. A thunderous thump fell and fell, until the stone body of the soul-eater was smashed into pieces!

Among the rocks in Baihuahua, a bead with a snow-white halo rolled out, that is, the dan yuan formed by the soul-eating goddess who swallowed a dozen living souls, and took it back carefully Disposition, several people who have just been sucked into the soul can recover. However, at this moment, no one was able to pick up the bead, and all the sword tips originally directed at the soul-eating goddess turned around.

A monk hissed exhaustedly: "Surround him!"

Some people responded hesitantly, but more people were hesitant, slowing down retreats. The monk shouted again: "Everyone Daoist friends, stop him and don't let him run away. This is Wenning!"

This period wakes everyone up. Is Ghost General comparable to a soul-eating monster? Although I do n’t know why he came out, killing a thousand soul-eating monsters is not as good as capturing Wenning. After all, this is the most powerful ancestor of Yiling. An obedient, biting and screaming mad dog will definitely become famous and fly into the sky! Originally, they rushed to the night hunting of Dafanshan to compete for the evil spirits of monsters and to increase their qualifications. Such a shout would inevitably lead to someone's heart. But those old monks who were crazy when they saw Wen Ning's outbreak still didn't dare to act rashly, so the man shouted again, "What are you afraid of, the ancestor of Yiling is not here!"

If you think about it again, yes, what is there to be afraid of? His master already has been broken by corpses!

In a few words, the circle of swords circling Wenning suddenly narrowed. Wen Ning waved his arm, and the black iron chain swept across him heavily, throwing the Feijian as far as he could. Then he stepped out, grabbed the neck of the person closest to him, and gently lifted it off the ground. Wei Wuxian knew that the sound of Di Yin was too urgent and fierce, which made him fierce, he must be suppressed, and his mind was stable. Xinxin played another tone.

This melody naturally comes to mind, and it is gentle and quiet, which is very different from the weird flute sound. Wen Ning heard the sound stiffened, slowly turning to where the sound of the flute came, Wei Wuxian stood in place, looking at his eyes without pupils.

After a while, Wen Ning let go, dropped the monk to the ground, lowered his arms, and walked towards Wei Wuxian step by step.

He pulled his head and dragged a subway chain, but he was a little downcast. Wei Wuxian blew back and led him over, so he walked for a while, retreated into the mountains, and suddenly smelled a cold sandalwood.

Simply hitting a person on his back, his wrist suddenly hurt, and the flute stopped abruptly. Wei Wuxian had a bad heart, turned around and looked, and was meeting Lan Wangji's light to cold eyes.

Unfortunately, Lan Wangji saw him playing the flute royal body in person.

Lan Wangji grasped Wei Wuxian with one hand, Wen Ning stood idly at the place where they were less than two feet apart and looked around slowly, as if looking for the flute that suddenly disappeared. There was fire and human voice spreading in the distance of the forest. Wei Wuxian's thoughts turned sharply, and he took the initiative: See what happened. Tens of millions who can play the flute, and the ancestors of Yiling Ling who drove the corpses with flute sounds are so many that they can stand on their own, and they will not be killed!

Decisively holding the hand holding him, raise his arm and continue to play the flute. This time, the blow was even more urgent, such as urging, the Aura was unstable, the ending was broken, and it was harsh and harsh. Suddenly, Lan Wangji was struggling with his hands, and his wrist was about to break off. Wei Wuxian couldn't bear the pain, his fingers were loose, and the bamboo flute fell to the ground.

Fortunately, his instructions were clear enough, and Wen Ning retreated quickly, dived into the dark forest and disappeared without a trace. Wei Wuxian was afraid of Lan Wangji to intercept Wenning and grab him with his backhand. Who knows, from beginning to end, Lan Wangji never gave Wen Ning a glance, but just stared at Wei Wuxian. Just so you pull me, I drag you, staring face to face.

Just now, Jiang Cheng arrived.

He endured temperament in Buddha's foot town and other results. He did n’t drink a cup of tea. Some students hurriedly rolled down the mountain and said how the things in Dafanshan are so cruel and how cruel. My heart shook, and I rushed up again, shouting, "Aling!"

Jin Ling was almost sucked out of the soul, and now there are no more people, so stand on the ground and say, "Oh!"

Seeing that Jin Ling is okay, Jiang Cheng's heart fell and immediately scolded, "Did you not have a signal on you? Don't know how to put it when you encounter this kind of thing? What is strong, get me over!"

Jin Ling didn't catch the soul-eating Goddess and was also angry: "Don't you let me take it ?! Don't go back and see you!"

Jiang Cheng really wanted to fan this stink boy back to his mother's belly, but it was really what he said, and he couldn't hold his own face, so he turned to the monks who were all over the land and ridiculed: What? Kill you so decently. "

Some of these monks in different clothes are disguised by Yunmeng Jiang ’s students. They were ordered by Jiang Cheng to help Jin Ling secretly, lest he could n’t win this level. This elder did well. It can be considered painstaking. A monk still straightened his eyes: "Zong, Zongzhu, it is ... it's Wenning ..."

Jiang Cheng suspected that he heard it wrong: "What did you say?"

The humane: "It's Wen Ning back!"

Instantly, shock, disgust, anger, and unbelief, staggered and mixed across Jiang Cheng's face.

For a while, he whispered: "This thing has been frustrated for a long time, how could it come back."

The student said: "It's really Wenning! There can be no mistake! I definitely didn't read it wrong! ..." He suddenly pointed over there: "... was summoned by him!"

Wei Wuxian was still deadlocked with Lan Wangji, and suddenly became the focus of everyone's attention. Jiang Cheng's two eyes, like cold electricity, also slowly looked in the direction he stood.

Half a while, Jiang Cheng pulled a twisted smile from his mouth, and his left hand involuntarily started rubbing the ring, whispering: "... Okay. Come back?"

He released his left hand and a long whip dropped from his hand.

The whip is very thin, as its name is, a purple current that is still sizzling, like a ray of thunder that crawls across the sky, and he firmly holds one end and holds it in his hand. When wielding, it was like a swift and unkind lightning!

Wei Wuxian hasn't moved yet, but Lan Wangji has turned the piano. With a wave of faith, like a stone arousing a thousand layers of waves, the piano sound brought out numerous ripples in the air, and it struck with the purple electricity.

Jiang Cheng ’s considerations of “never rushing to fight” and “doing no evil against the blue family” seemed to have been eaten by dogs. The sky above the forests of Dafanshan in the night is sometimes full of purple light, sometimes bright as daylight, sometimes thunder and roar, and sometimes the sound of the piano is wailing. The rest of the monks quickly opened their safety distances and watched from the wall. They were frightened and intent. After all, it is rare to have the opportunity to see two Aristocratic Family immortals who are also famous celebrities, and can't help but expect to play more fiercely and fiercely. This also contains some unspeakable expectations, and it is only interesting to hope that the relationship between the two blue rivers has since broken down. And over there, Wei Wuxian scorned the chance and ran away.

Everyone was shocked. The whip didn't reach him, not because Lan Wangji was blocking it in front. Isn't he running for his own way like this!

Sure enough, Jiang Cheng seemed to have eyes behind him. When he saw that he was out of the scope of Lan Wangji's support, where would he let go of this great opportunity, he raised his hand and waved it obliquely, and the purple electricity swam like a poisonous dragon , Is hitting his vest!

Wi Wuxian was pulled by this whip and the whole person almost flew out. Fortunately, the flower donkey stopped him, otherwise he would hit the tree directly. But this blow succeeded, but both Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng stopped their hands, both of them stunned.

Wei Wuxian rubbing his back, holding the flower donkey to get up, and roaring behind him, "It's amazing! The trend of the family is OK! Hit anyone! Oh!"

Lan Wangji: "..."

Jiang Cheng: "..."

He was startled and angry: "What's going on?!"

"Purple electricity" has a strange method. If the person who takes the house is drawn by it, the body and soul will be stripped away instantly. The soul of the Housebreaker will be directly hit from the flesh by Purple Lightning, without exception. But this man still behaves as usual after being drawn, and he jumps alive, except that he is not the one to take the house, there is no other explanation.

Wei Wuxian said, "Nonsense, of course, the purple electricity can't draw my soul. I'm not being robbed, I'm offering. Forcibly offering!"

Suspicious on Jiang Cheng's face, he still needs to flick him awhile, Lan Jingyi said, "Jiang Zong, it's enough. That's purple electricity!"

Purple electricity this level of magic, it is impossible to break once or twice. If you do n’t take it out, you do n’t take it out. Otherwise, it's notorious. With such a shout, Jiang Cheng, who was so desperate for his face, could not start.

But if it's not Wei Wuxian, who else can call Wenning? !!

Jiang Cheng couldn't accept thinking about it, pointing at Wei Wuxian, calmly, "What kind of person are you?!"

At this time, the spectators with good things finally intervened, and coughed dryly: "Jiang Zong, you may not pay much attention to this, I do n’t know, this Mo Xuanyu is from the Lanling Jin family ... , Was a student of the Jin family who was a surname. But because of his low spiritual strength, he did n’t work hard. In addition, he was harassed from the Ling family of Jinling. In my opinion, it was most likely that he had failed to correct the road, and he was in a trance. He didn't have to be the one ... Yiling ancestors took the upper body.

Jiang Chengdao: "That? Which?"

"That ... is that ..."

Some people can't help but say, "The habit of broken sleeves!"

Jiang Cheng's eyebrows were drawn, and the look toward Wei Wuxian was even more disgusting. There are a few more words, others did not dare to speak in front of Jiang Cheng.

Even though his reputation is not good, it must be acknowledged that before the rebellion of Yunmeng Jiang, Yiling's ancestor Wei Wuxian was a well-known beautiful man with a wealth of talents, ranking fourth in Aristocratic Family Young Master. The human language is "Feng Shen Jun Lang"-the highly esteemed Jiang Zongzhu just ranked fifth and was overwhelmed, so others are afraid to mention this. Wei Ying is a gentleman. He loves to be beautiful with beautiful women. I don't know how many fairies have been scourged by this evil peach flower, but no one has ever heard that he still likes men. Even if it is to win the house, to kill it back ... According to Wei Ying's taste, he will never choose such a madman who rides a donkey to eat fruit and has his head painted like a hanged ghost!

Another whispered: "It doesn't matter how it looks ... and the flute is so ugly ... It's so bad to learn, that's what Dong Shixiao has done."

In the "Expedition to Shoot the Sun" that year, the ancestors of Yiling were on the battlefield, and the flute was blowing through the night, and the ghosts and soldiers will be like thousands of soldiers and horses. The sound of the flute sounds like the sound of heaven and man. Isn't this Jinjia Qizi's whimpering sound comparable to ghost blowing? Even if Wei Wuxian had a bad character, he couldn't compare like this. It's too insulting.

Wei Wuxian felt a little depressed: ... You haven't practiced for more than ten years, and you cut and cut two to make a broken flute, blow it to me? Blow so well I will kneel down for you!

Fang Cai just thought that this person was Wei Wuxian, and his whole body was boiling with cold blood, but now Zidian tells him plainly, no. Zidian will never lie to him, let alone make mistakes. He calmed down very quickly, and thought to himself: this is not a big deal, first find an excuse to take the person back, and then use all means to beat, not to worry that he will not recruit anything, or believe nothing. Anyway, similar things have not been done before. He figured out this section, compared to a gesture. The students knew what he meant, and gathered around. Wei Wuxian jumped to the back of Lan Wangji with his donkey, covering his heart, and said, "Ah, what are you doing to me!"

Lan Wangji glanced at him and endured this kind of rude and noisy exaggerated behavior.

Jiang Cheng didn't mean to let him go, and said, "Lan Er Young Master, are you going to live with Jiang?"

No one knows that the young family owner of the Jiang family is alerting Wei Wuxian to the point where he is close to the madness. He would rather catch the mistake and let it go. Seeing the person suspected of Wei Wuxian's seizure will bring back Yunmeng Jiang's torture and torture, if he was to tie this person back, it would be necessary to teach him half life. Lan Si chased: "Father Jiang, the facts are in front of you, and Mo Young Master has not been taken away. Why do you embarrass an unknown member?"

Jiang Cheng said coldly: "I wonder why Lanji Young Master has been protecting an unknown member since just now?"

Wei Wuxian suddenly sneered twice.

He said: "Master Jiang, that, I'm so embarrassed if you entangle me like this."

Jiang Cheng frowned twice, instinctively foreseeing that this person would never say anything good to make him look good.

Wei Wuxian said: "You are too enthusiastic, thank you. But you think too much. Even if I like men, not all men like them, let alone a man beckoning and I will follow. .I’m not interested in you. "

Wei Wuxian is disgusting with him. Jiang Cheng hates being compared by others. No matter how boring the comparison is, as long as someone says that he is not as good as someone else, he will get angry in his heart. Sure enough, Jiang Cheng's face turned green: "Oh?, may I ask, what do you like?"

Wei Wuxian said, "What kind of thing? Well, I like Han Guangjun very much."

Lan Wangji is the person who can't stand this frivolous joke. After being disgusted, he will definitely take the initiative to draw a line and keep a distance. Disgusting two people at once, killing two birds with one stone!

Who knows, Lan Wangji heard this sentence and turned around.

He said blankly: "This is what you said."

Wei Wuxian: "Huh?"

Lan Wangji turned her back on, without losing her manners, but she couldn't tolerate her beak. She said, "This person, I'm bringing back to Lan's home."

Wei Wuxian: "..."

Wei Wuxian: "... Ah?"

The author has something to say: 玩 脱 啦 ~~~

The flute can actually blow without the flute membrane, which is really hard to hear. .

I hate you, I hate your brother. Please be on your knees and apologize. Sorry. (Hey!